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Donna Moss does not get jealous.
It wasn't in her nature. Sure, she wouldn't describe herself as the most confident person alive, and she had certainly had her ups and downs with relationships and how secure she felt in them, but full blown jealousy was not something she ever truly experienced.
She doesn't read too for into why Josh acts the way he does whenever she has a date. Keeping her late at the office, calling with a 'national emergency' that truly didn't need addressing at all. Gomers, is what he called them. Or unworthy. He was always a little overprotective of her.
It annoyed her more often than not, but after the quote debacle and her relationship with Jack, she can't quite be angry that he acts the way he does. He's probably protected her more times than she can count because, really, her taste in DC men wasn't always the best.
(Not that she would ever admit that aloud.)
Still, she never allows herself to read too much into this particular cavoite in their relationship. If she did that, then she would have to explore her own less-than-appropriate feelings for her boss.
But Donna knows it would be a lie if she said she didn't feel like something between them shifted after he chucked snowballs at her window.
It had been two weeks since then, and neither of them have brought it up.
"Excuse me."
When Donna looks up from her computer she finds an unfamiliar woman standing in front of her desk. Long dark hair and light eyes, one hand clutching a briefcase, the other holding a cup of coffee. There's a visitors' badge clipped onto her blazer, though Donna can't quite make out the name from where she sat.
"Hi," Donna greets, "How can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Josh?" The woman says, the slightest trace of uncertainty in her tone.
"Oh," Donna says, glancing down at her planner, "Are you here for a meeting? I don't have anyone on his schedule until later today."
She knew Josh's schedule like the back of hand. If the woman was here to see Josh, it was either a surprise visit, or Josh had arranged his own meeting without letting her know. A rare occurrence, but one that happened from time to time.
"Oh, uh, I don't have a meeting scheduled. I was hoping if he had a moment I could-"
"Hey!"
Josh's voice startles her. She had been so focused on the woman that she hadn't even heard him emerge from his office.
Something in the person in front of her shifts, like the uncertainty that was there moments before had evaporated by Josh's sudden appearance.
"Hey Slugger," The woman says, laughing, "I was told I could find you here."
Donna sifts through every person Josh has ever mentioned, but nothing about the woman in front of her connects any dots. She wasn't White House staff, if the visitors badge and well rested glow was anything to go by. Maybe someone from The Hill, though she can't think of a single congressional aide or legislative staffer Josh would be on a first name basis with. At least, not any that she wasn't already familiar with.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Its the first she's heard Josh sound lighthearted in days. Things have been nonstop since the inauguration. They've barely had a chance to breathe. To her, its partially why they haven't talked about whatever was happening between them.
"Well," The woman begins, "I happened to mention to Sam last week that I was going to be in DC for work. You came up, obviously, and he suggested I come say hello. Something about delivering my congratulations in person rather than through him."
Josh laughs, clearly amused by the explanation, and Donna's mind is swirling as she tries to decipher exactly who she was.
"Leave it to Sam to gossip on the phone like a teenage girl."
Josh hugs her then. A quick, office appropriate hug. One that clearly hinted at a longstanding familiarity. And while nothing about it indicated anything outside of that, Donna is suddenly overcome with a sense of dread she hadn't experienced before.
She chalks it up to hating surprise visitors, because she no doubt will have to rearrange his schedule.
"That’s because Sam is nice enough to keep in touch,” She pauses, “At any rate, I actually am here on business. It’s no White House gig, but I do keep busy in the private sector. I figured it might be nice to catch up since I’m in the building. That, and I would like your opinion on something. If you have the time, of course.”
“I have time.” He pauses, then looks at Donna, “Or, well, do I?”
And there’s a part of her - one she doesn’t recognize - that wants to come up with an excuse as to why he doesn’t have time to spend with this mystery women, but she doesn’t.
“Leo wants you to sit in at the meeting with the Speaker at 3,” Donna says, “Which means you’ll have to be back here and ready by 2:30 .”
“What time is it now?”
Donna snorts, “That watch really is just for show, huh?”
Josh rolls his eyes at her before flashing her a grin and she tries her best to ignore the fluttering in her chest when she catches sight of his dimples.
“Well, you’re always the one telling me I have the wrong time, I figured we could bypass that and jump straight to what time it actually is.”
Despite her best attempts not too, she finds herself grinning widely at him.
“It’s almost one,” She tells him, “And because I am a merciful assistant, I already had your two o’clock conference call pushed back to tomorrow.”
There’s something about the way he’s smiling at her that makes Donna momentarily forgot that not only are they at work, but that there’s someone standing right in the room with them.
The moment is gone though when he breaks the eye contact and looks to the other woman.
“You heard my merciful assistant, I have time. You wanna grab a bite? You can update me on whatever overly ambitious task you’ve taken on this time.”
There’s a brief back and forth between where they’re going to go - with an injection from Donna reminding him not to stray too far unless he wanted to rush back - before the two of them are headed out the door.
But before they disappear out of sight Josh stops and looks back at her.
“I owe you lunch,” He says, grinning at her again, “You know, for being so merciful. Your usual work?”
She grins.
“Yeah, but don’t forget-“
“Dressing on the side. Give me some credit, I do remember these things.”
He’s out the door then, and though she might be imagining things, she swears she catches the beginning of their next conversation.
“So, do you stare at all the assistants like that, or just yours?”
She spends the next few hours trying to figure out what that means.
"I'll drive you home."
"You really don't have to do that."
They've had this conversation more times than she could count. If they're leaving at a particularly late hour Josh more often than not asks how she's getting home. If she tells him by cab, then he'll insist on giving her a ride. If she says by metro there's no arguing, he will be driving her whether she likes it or not.
"You know," He says, helping her into jacket, "You would think this many years in you would stop arguing with me whenever I express concern for your safety."
She rolls her eyes at him, but smiles anyway.
"I like to keep you on your toes."
He laughs, slings his backpack over his shoulder, and then picks up her tote bag and slides it over his other. She goes to protest and remind him that she's more than capable of carrying her own bag, but she knows it's a pointless argument. He wouldn't hand it over to her even at her insistence, so there was really no point in wasting her breath.
"Snow is starting to melt." She comments as they head through the parking lot.
"Not sure how," He replies, opening the car door for her, "It's still freezing outside."
She waits until he slides into the drivers seat to respond, "I know this may come as a shock to you since you never go out and see the light of day, but it does get warmer when the sun is out. See what you miss when you get to work before the sun comes up and leave after it goes down?"
Josh laughs, "Hey, it worked out for me, didn't it? Snowballs at your window wouldn't have worked out too well if it had been half melted."
The night comes rushing back to her again, and she wonders in years to come how she'll recount everything. How would she explain to someone who didn't know their dynamic that it was possibly the most romantic thing anyone had ever done, and they weren't even romantically involved?
She pushes the thought out of her mind, because anyone that knew her would know her dynamic with Josh anyway, so what would there be to explain?
"Yeah," She says with a soft smile, "I guess it worked out for both of us."
"That dress would have gone to waste if I hadn't so graciously came and got you, that's for sure."
You look amazing.
"I suppose, it's not every day a girl gets a chance to dress up and look her best." She answers, doing everything in her power to keep her tone casual.
Out of the corner of her eye she sees him glance her way before focusing on the road once again.
"Donnatella, I don't think there's ever a day you don't look your best."
That weekend she’s at Hawk and Dove, already two beers deep with CJ and Charlie when she sees Josh come through the front doors, Toby at his left and on his right is the woman - whose name Donna had yet to learn - from earlier that week.
Donna feels something in her chest drop when she sees Josh’s hand resting casually against his companions back, guiding her through the crowded bar.
“Did we adopt another one without my knowing?” CJ comments as the trio make their way to their booth.
Josh rolls his eyes and introduces his guest to the group. Her name was Allison. Graduated a year under Josh at Harvard and worked alongside side both him and Sam as a Congressional Aide before leaving for New York. She pieced together the story rather quickly; they had all been relatively good friends in those early days. It wasn't shocking that Sam had kept in contact with her (Josh wasn't known for his social skills), or that when she mentioned she would be headed to DC for work Sam had insisted she stop by Josh's office and surprise him.
When introductions are done she watches as the two of them, along with Charlie, make their way to the bar for another round of drinks, an unfamiliar pang of hurt settling in her chest that Josh had barely told her hello.
“Green is not your color, Donna.”
It takes her a moment to realize CJ is talking to her.
CJ smirks, glances behind Donna to where she knew Josh stood at the bar, and then back.
“You know," She continues, "Usually it's Josh sitting here with that dejected look in his eye when you show up with another man, but I must say its much more entertaining to watch you look like a jealous wife."
Donna gapes at CJ.
Her? Jealous?
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Donna snaps a little too quickly, wincing at how unconvincing she probably sounded.
CJ snorts into her drink, "Sure you don't."
She didn't. Sure, there was something about the fact that in all the stories Josh had told her about his early days he hadn't ever mentioned this woman who was clearly a good friend that didn't sit right with Donna. They had spent many nights during his recovery talking about their lives, and this particular chapter having been omitted felt rather odd. Josh was her best friend, and she was his. There wasn't much anymore that they didn't know about one another.
She's halfway through attempting to formulate a response to CJ's ridiculous observation when she catches sight of the group making their way back to the table, Josh's smile in full bloom across his features as he laughs at something his companion had just said-
And that's when it hits her.
Maybe she was a little bit jealous.
Days pass. Its been non-stop for the both of them for days on end. Between rushing to and from the hill for meetings and trying to get a handle on whatever game plan Josh has in his mind for the next four years of the administration Donna has barely had a chance to brief Josh on his meetings let alone make small talk about his personal life.
She only sees Allison once more since the night at Hawk and Dove. Sometime the day before while Donna had gone out to lunch with Ginger she had shown up at Josh's office with a briefcase full of papers. Whatever it was it had caught Josh's attention, because when she walked in - lunch that she had so generously brought him back in hand - he hadn't even noticed her presence at first. Whatever it was she had presented him with had managed to pull all his focus, a rarity in itself.
She wasn't used to this. Sure, Josh's overprotective and jealous nature had made itself known multitude of times over the years. It was expected at this point that anytime she were to go on a date he would act that way. It was a male thing. A Josh thing. It wasn't her thing, though.
Of course, she blames him for this newfound shift in their dynamic. She had seen Josh with other women in the past. Mandy, for starters. Joey Lucas. Even Amy. And while she was never a big fan of latter as a person - or how she treated Josh - none of them had ever elicited such a primal reaction like this from her.
Because before, Josh hadn't stood outside and thrown snowballs at her window, or told her how amazing she looked with such raw sincerity, or gone out of his way to dance with her at every ball they attended, or saved her from taking the fall for a guy who clearly didn't care as much about her career as Josh did.
But then he did do all of those things, and Donna had started to think maybe there was something there between them after all.
She's not so sure now.
"You were right."
Donna had walked into CJ's office without so much as a warning, let alone any context for her abrupt statement.
"I know." CJ answers flippantly, not bothering to look away from her computer screen, "What about this time?"
Donna sighs, already kicking herself for starting the conversation.
"About Josh."
CJ still doesn't look in her direction, "I say a lot of things about Josh. Just this morning I called him an imbecile, so you really are going to have to be more specific here, Donna."
She bites down on her lower lip and can't stop her gaze from dropping to the ground in front of her. This wasn't the person she was. She wasn't the girl who had feelings for her boss and got jealous simply because he was spending his time with someone else.
Except, evidently she was now.
"The other night," She clarifies, albeit reluctantly, "I guess you were more right about me, that is."
Finally CJ looks at her, though her expression remains unchanged. If anything she looks rather bored by the whole thing.
"Oh, that." CJ says, shrugging casually, "Of course I was right, mi amor. Neither of you have ever been particularly good at hiding your jealousy. Though I will admit I expected you to have better poker face."
"I don't know what to do."
CJ stares at her blankly for a moment, and Donna almost begins to elaborate on what exactly she means, but then it dawns on her that she's not even sure what she's looking for in the first place.
"Well," CJ says carefully, "Considering that my life will be made significantly more difficult should either of you cross the line of what HR would deem appropriate, my advice would be should you want to pursue something with our dear Joshua, you won't reasonably be able to work for him anymore."
"I like the work I do," Donna says quickly, "I like that I get to do that work with Josh. I'm not here seeking out advice on interdepartmental transfer, I'm coming to you as my friend hoping you'll offer some guidance on moving on from what shouldn't even be a thing in the first place."
Something shifts in CJ's expression, because she goes from amused to almost sad in a matter of seconds, and Donna isn't sure what to make of it. One of the thins she hates most in life is when people look at her with pity.
"Donna..." CJ begins, frowning at her.
"Josh is my boss," She continues before CJ can say anything else, "And my friend, and there's no reason jealousy should even be word in my vocabulary regarding him, particularly over a woman I do not know and whom he is not even romantically involved with."
At least, that she doesn't think he's romantically involved with.
"Donna." CJ says firmly, a subtle warning to let her speak, "Speaking as your friend, and not as Press Secretary trying to avoid a scandal, I had almost this very conversation with Josh a mere month ago after you started seeing Jack. I'll tell you what I told him, and you can do with it what you will: Have you considered that maybe you don't want to move on from those feelings?"
She leaves CJs office not long after that.
Three days later Josh is making a quick appearance at a fundraiser sponsored by two democratic members of congress. It had been nothing but a headache for her, because not only had he sprung it on her last minute, but the event was in the middle of his day, which meant she had to spend the entire night before rearranging his schedule.
"I owe them a favor," He told her that morning, "I said I would stop by, say a few words about the cause, shake some hands for ten minutes and be on my way."
"And I'm going why?"
"Because you're my assistant," He teases, "You're coming with me to assist."
"You want me to act as a buffer between you and people you don't feel like associating with, don't you?"
"That, and it doesn't hurt to walk into an event with a beautiful woman at your side. You tend to pull focus, Donna. In all the best ways, I mean."
Only weeks ago she would have laughed and moved on from the comment without a second thought, but the not so distant memory of you look amazing pops into her head and she finds herself hung on his words the entire drive there.
Mid way through the event she's approached by the nephew of one of the congressman. The conversation starts off easy; his uncle had been around for decades and has known Josh for years and, by extension, his nephew is familiar with the deputy chief of staff too.
She's all too desperate to get over whatever obstacle she's facing in her relationship with Josh, so when she's asked out to go out to dinner with her new acquaintance the following night, she jumps at the chance.
She makes it a point not to mention anything to Josh about her date at all during the next day. It crosses her mind to do so only once, but a call comes through to her desk from Allison asking if Josh is available and it throws her confidence to do so off completely.
He's hunched over his desk when she strolls into his office, clearly straining to keep his focus on whatever document was in front of him and part of her wants to remind him that his back is going to hurt in the morning if he didn't take a break.
"You need anything else?" She asks gently from the doorway.
"You headed out? I-" He looks up at her and stops speaking for a moment, "Whoa."
She had gotten ready there, as usual. Leaving from the White House directly was easier than going back to her apartment and out again. And if Josh happened to catch sight of her dressed up, then that was a completely unintentional bonus.
"Are you good for the evening?" She asks again, "If not I'm going to go ahead and go."
"You, uh, got a hot date or something?"
It's not even in what she would say were her top five first date outfits he's ever seen her in. A simple midnight blue dress that landed at her knees that had been in the back of her closet for months. A fact that she keeps to herself; if she divulged she didn't go out of her way to secure a new dress for her date she just knows he would have something to say about how much she really likes this guy. Which is to say, not really that much.
"Yeah," She says softly, glancing down at her outfit, suddenly feeling much more self conscious than she had moments ago, "Congressman Aleshire's Nephew asked me to dinner when we were at the fundraiser yesterday."
"Oh." Is all that he says, but Donna doesn't miss the way his eyes comb over her with something entirely new. Dejection, perhaps?
"It's just dinner," She shrugs, suddenly unsure on what to say to him, "Nothing serious."
"Right," He mumbles, "Yeah, just dinner. Sounds nice."
And part of her wants him to come up with a reason to keep her there, because maybe then she would be able to work up the nerve to confront whatever was going on between them.
But he doesn't, and she tries not to be upset by it.
"Allison called, by the way." She tells him, trying her best to remain neutral, "When you were with Toby. She said to give her a call back when you can."
He nods, though she isn't quite sure if he even registered what she had said.
"Call me when you get back to your place tonight, okay? So I know you made it home safe."
She smiles, "What, you don't trust me to take care of myself?"
Banter comes so naturally between them that she doesn't even realize they've slipped into their normal back and forth until she's overcome with a feeling of ease.
"You I trust," He says, smile faltering for a moment, "It's the men of DC that I don't."
"Oh, I don't know," She pauses, allowing her eyes to look him up and down before continuing, "They're not all so bad."
She starts walking towards the door, not willing herself to drop her defenses any lower, when Josh's voice stops her.
"You look amazing in that dress, by the way," He says softly.
Three hours later she calls him so let him know she arrived home safe, and she briefly wonders if he had called Allison back when she left.
"Hey Donna!"
Allison appears in front of her desk the two mornings later, an impossibly sweet smile on her lips and a cup of coffee in her hand.
"Allison, hi," She responds, making sure to maintain the same level of enthusiasm, "Josh isn't here, he's gonna be at the Hill most of the day."
"Oh, I know." She waves her hand dismissively, "I was actually just hoping you would be able to pass on these to him?"
She pulls out a manila envelope from her bag, the words 'Final' scribbled on it in sharpie, and holds it out to Donna.
"Oh, sure." Donna says, smiling politely before taking the envelope out of her hands.
"They're just copies of what I was having him look at for me," Allison explains, "I'm headed back to New York, but wanted him to see the final version, since he was nice enough to help an old friend."
It occurs to her that she hadn't even asked Josh what the woman had been doing here in the first place, or why Josh had been meeting with her so many times over the past two weeks.
"Sure," Donna says, "I'll make sure he gets them."
"I really appreciate it. And this," She sets the coffee down onto Donna's desk, "Is a thank you from me, for being kind enough to rearrange Josh's schedule after I showed up unannounced. Sam neglected to tell me surprising him would make your life more difficult."
To say that she doesn't know how to respond would be an understatement.
"You really don't-" Donna begins, but is cut off before she can begin to protest.
"I know I don't have too, but you work for a slave driver, the least I can do is say thank you for being so adaptable."
This had been what she was afraid of; that this woman who sauntered in from Josh's past would turn out to be both beautiful and nice. Uncannily nice, actually, so much so that Donna doesn't think she could dislike her even if she tried.
"He's not all that bad," Donna says easily, because that is a truth she is certain of, "Moving his schedule around was really no trouble, but thank you."
Allison chuckles to herself, as if there's some joke there that Donna wasn't aware of.
"Trust me, if just how much Josh talks about you is anything to off of, you deserve all that and more."
Donna really doesn't know how to respond now.
"He brings you up in almost every conversation," Allison continues, "I wasn't there to witness it, but I could probably recite everything that happened the night of the inauguration perfectly from the amount of times he's told the snowball story. He thinks the world of you."
Donna knows that she's blushing profusely at this point, but she can't stop it from happening.
"He's my best friend," Donna says automatically, because it was both the truth and had long since become her response to any comment regarding their relationship, "And he's rather proud of himself for that snowball move. He think's he's clever."
"Just your best friend, huh? All the sulking he's done since your date the other night could have fooled me, but what do I know?" She glances down at her watch an then back up at Donna, "I have a train to catch. It was really nice to meet you, Donna. I'm sure I'll be seeing you next time I come visit. Don't let him boss you around too much."
And then she was gone, vanishing as quickly as she arrived and Donna didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or cry.
Her second date was supposed to be tonight, and despite the fact that it was Saturday and neither she nor Josh had been at the office since that morning, she comes up with an excuse that they're needed back at the White House and tells her date that she wont be able to make it.
You look amazing
I had almost this very conversation with Josh a mere month ago after you started seeing Jack. I'll tell you what I told him, and you can do with it what you will: Have you considered that maybe you don't want to move on from those feelings?
Just your best friend, huh? All the sulking he's done since your date the other night could have fooled me, but what do I know?
There have been a lot of conversations over the past few weeks that have been replaying in her head.
Neither of you have ever been particularly good at hiding your jealousy.
Maybe CJ had a point. Maybe he wasn't the only one who acted jealous and possessive whenever another man showed interest in her. Maybe she had been acting jealous and possessive this whole time too.
She's still has on the clothes she had planned to wear on her date - this time a red dress, eerily similar to another she knows Josh had liked on her once upon a time - when she leaves her apartment. It doesn't occur to her that maybe she should have changed into something more casual until she's in the cab and halfway to his place.
Too late to do anything about it now.
It's not until she's at the door to his apartment that she remembers that she has a key of her own and could easily let herself in, but by the time that detail clicks in her brain she's already knocking on his door.
When the door opens he stares at her blankly for a moment.
She stares back.
"Donna?" He finally says, looking her up and down, "Is everything okay?"
In hindsight it made sense that he thought something was wrong. She had told him earlier that day she was going out with the Congressman's nephew again (if only to gauge his reaction) and now, hours later, she was frantically knocking at his front door.
She opens her mouth to at least try and begin to explain her sudden appearance, but she can't find the words because, really, how does she accurately articulate the series of events and feelings that have unfolded over the past few weeks?
Her silence must worry him, because within seconds he has her hand in his own and is tugging her inside, practically slamming the door closed behind him.
"Are you okay?"
There's something about the way he was staring at her, eyes full of nothing but unparalleled concern that brings her back to her senses. Of course - of course - he thought something had happened. Josh spends all his time worrying about the people he loves. If her head had been a little more clear when she decided to show up at his doorstep maybe she would have given him some warning that she was coming by, if only to shield him from the anxiety he's no doubt experiencing.
But its only now that she's hit with an almost blinding clarity.
She kisses him, hands coming up to cradle the sides of his face, her own body pressed against his as she steps closer.
And she had worried the entire ride here that maybe everyone else was wrong, or that maybe she had misjudged his feelings towards her, or a million other things that told her this was a bad idea. Because nothing about any of this had made sense over the past few weeks until right now.
All of that fear melts away almost instantly, because within seconds of pressing her lips to his Josh is backing her up against the door and kissing her back with just as much intensity.
Kissing him felt like coming home and she wonders why the hell she ever bothered kissing anyone else.
“Donna…” He whispers, lips moving to the corner of her mouth before trailing kisses along her jaw.
Her eyes flutter close at just how featherlight his touch is and she's absolutely certain if it weren't for the fact that her back was flush against the door or that Josh's arms were looped impossibly tight around her waist her knees would have given out by now.
“Shhh,” She shushes gently, tangling one hand in his hair as he dips down lower to kiss her collarbone, “For once in your life Josh, don’t ruin the moment.”
“Yeah,” He kisses her neck gently and she can feel him smile against her skin, “Okay.”
Josh’s bed is warm.
Or rather, Josh himself is warm.
It’s the first thing that she’s consciously aware of; the sheer amount of warmth radiating from the person spooned up behind her.
The night slowly comes back to her as she becomes more and more cognizant of her surroundings. Canceling her date with the Congressman’s nephew, showing up at Josh’s door, kissing him and everything else that followed it. The weight of not knowing exactly what was growing between them had finally been lifted from her shoulders and for the first time since the night of the inauguration she feels like she an breathe.
But then the daunting realization of just how much more complicated their lives are going to get sets in and she finds herself mentally panicking.
“It’s too early to be thinking this loud.”
His lips brush the back of her neck when he speaks and it sends a delightful chill down her spine.
"Did I wake you?"
He burrows his head deeper into the crook of her neck, the arm draped over her ribcage holding her securely against his chest and she wonders if perhaps he was afraid she was going to flee.
As if she would do that after everything that happened.
"No," He mumbles into her hair, "I've been up for a while."
Her hand finds his almost instantly and she can't help but marvel in just how right it felt when she curled her fingers around his.
"You could have woken me." She tells him gently, thumb running gently over his knuckles.
He hums lightly before brushing a kiss to her exposed skin and she can't help the sigh that escapes her at the sensation.
"Donna," He chuckles softly, warm breath dusting across her skin as he does, "I'm laying in bed with my dream girl, why the hell would I want to get up?"
She can feel his entire body go still behind her, as if he only now realized exactly what he said. Maybe he did. And she would be lying if she said his words didn't make her feel the slightest bit delirious.
Deliriously happy, she comes to realize.
They lay like that for a while, unmoving and unspeaking and she wonders if he too is trying to get a handle on what this means.
"Dream girl, huh?" She finally says, slowly rolling onto her back so they can lay face to face.
He stares at her for a moment and she desperately searches his eyes for any sign of regret.
She doesn't find one though. Instead she watches as a smile blooms across his features, and the only thing she can find in his gaze is the same adoration she knows she's looking at him with.
"Yeah," He whispers, tugging her closer by the waist, "Absolutely."
There were a million things they needed to discuss. What they were going to do about her job, how they weren't going to be able to work together anymore, whatever this thing between them was going to become, just how long they had both wanted this.
But for now, all she can bring herself to do is kiss him again, because all the years of jealously suddenly didn't matter anymore, because he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
CJ was going never going to let them hear the end of it.